[ Her intention had been to plastic wrap a corner of the cake she and Darcy had managed to collaborate on and then bring it back to her room in order to stare at it intermittently over the next several hours before ultimately deciding to just throw it away rather than deliver it to its intended target. But the path from the kitchen back to her room had been cut in half by the sound of two voices moving down the hall, around the corner, and while she couldn't have been positive as to who, exactly, the voices belonged to - or if they were real or not - they sounded familiar and British enough to divert her path away from her ultimate destination and duck down the nearest alternative.
So it's sort of an accident that she ends up on one of the lifts at all, though it's decidedly less of an accident that she selects the floor that she does and beings the steady climb up to ten. As she's gotten used to by now, the silence that eats up the majority of her trip is tense and resentful, almost like she has pissed off someone else in the lift by simply stepping into their private ride. Of course there's no one in there to be on the business end of an unwarranted scowl, so Claire just keeps her eyes focused on the door in front of her, feeling the floors climb by under her feet until the lifts stops and the door rolls open.
She steps out into the hallway without paying much attention or looking up from the weird lump of plastic-wrapped cake in her hand and literally trods right on Severus Snape's foot. ]
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So it's sort of an accident that she ends up on one of the lifts at all, though it's decidedly less of an accident that she selects the floor that she does and beings the steady climb up to ten. As she's gotten used to by now, the silence that eats up the majority of her trip is tense and resentful, almost like she has pissed off someone else in the lift by simply stepping into their private ride. Of course there's no one in there to be on the business end of an unwarranted scowl, so Claire just keeps her eyes focused on the door in front of her, feeling the floors climb by under her feet until the lifts stops and the door rolls open.
She steps out into the hallway without paying much attention or looking up from the weird lump of plastic-wrapped cake in her hand and literally trods right on Severus Snape's foot. ]
Shit. [ Really? So awkward. ] Sorry.